Linda’s Tympany

My dear wife has a habit, of orchestrating a symphony;
With her spoon striking on her little bowl, creating a trying tympany!
Her concerts are early morning, as we eat organic, healthy parfaits;
Yogurt, pineapple, blueberries, bananas, we have one every day!
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As she gets down toward the bottom, she scrapes her spoon upon its sides;
The porcelain bowl responding, with loud music undenied!
Her composition lasts for a few minutes, until every drop is drained;
The first few seconds do not bother me, but then I go insane!
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Rat a tat tat, over and over, like a record needle stuck;
Each note begins to grate on me, as my patience runs amok!
But I count to ten, and ask her, “Will your parfait Dear soon be done”?
“For it’s getting very late now, and off to work we need to run”!
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She smiles, and says, “Just a minute, a few more spoons to do”;
I say, “Certainly my Angel, please tell me when you’re through”!
Then I beg my brain’s forgiveness, I say, “please wait patiently”;
“Her tympany will end real soon now, and happy again you’ll be”!
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Sometimes one must smile
To keep their Soulmate happy
Swallow that rancor